“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
“Yes, Madam,—it ’s best not!” answered Dorrance, bobbing and beaming as Lily slipped into her ready palm three golden sovereigns. “Thank you, Madam! I really don’t deserve as much, ma’am!”
Lily had hoped and still did hope to see Cosmo and offer to assist him in any way in her power for old friendship’s sake, but he had kept studiously out of her way. After all, he was nothing to her. He had killed a man and would have to suffer, if not swing, for it, and the less she had to do with him the better. But a gray depression rivaling that of the atmosphere outside gradually settled upon her spirits. The voyage had been a fizzle. She had lost money, made a fool of herself with the Captain, and had mixed herself up in two embarrassing criminal affairs. Then there was the necklace! Should she try to get Micky to take it in for her, or should n’t she? She had intended to go up to the wireless house the preceding evening, but the violence of the storm had rendered it out of the question. Her delicate evening dress would have been quite ruined, even had she been physically equal to the climb up the slippery ladder in the wind and229
